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Storm* · 02-15-2008, 08:54 PM

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Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney

"Do not get used to it..." She said moving a strand of hair out of her face. Her voice was more muffled now, so only her opponent would hear. "Professors are watching, and although Branxton wouldn't mind, Rae probably would deduct points." She re-assumed her stance and cast "Oppugno!"

A large tigress was conjured into thin air. It gave a ferocious roar and bounded toward the boy, ready to strike.

A strong wind could as deeply as any knife; this had the added benefit of being able to rub sand in the wound. “Rego Tempestas!” The gale force wind gathered the last of the sand at his feet and strung the tigress in mid pounce. The whirling sand storms assault left the simulated creature broken and mewling before it disappeared back into the either. “Khepriortus!” A swarm of scarab pours out of the ground near the Prefect’s feet, the purple sheen of their carapace is strangely beautiful; but, all sense of beauty is lost as the wave of chitin bodies hungrily swarm towards her.

02-15-2008, 08:54 PM	#508 (permalink)
Storm* Imp Join Date: Feb 2008 Posts: 447 Hogwarts RPG Name: Apedemak Seventh Year	Quote: Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney "Do not get used to it..." She said moving a strand of hair out of her face. Her voice was more muffled now, so only her opponent would hear. "Professors are watching, and although Branxton wouldn't mind, Rae probably would deduct points." She re-assumed her stance and cast "Oppugno!" A large tigress was conjured into thin air. It gave a ferocious roar and bounded toward the boy, ready to strike. A strong wind could as deeply as any knife; this had the added benefit of being able to rub sand in the wound. “Rego Tempestas!” The gale force wind gathered the last of the sand at his feet and strung the tigress in mid pounce. The whirling sand storms assault left the simulated creature broken and mewling before it disappeared back into the either. “Khepriortus!” A swarm of scarab pours out of the ground near the Prefect’s feet, the purple sheen of their carapace is strangely beautiful; but, all sense of beauty is lost as the wave of chitin bodies hungrily swarm towards her.